Thursday, February 21, 2013

...don’t you dare take your eyes of the youngons and the
lame around the castle walls, particularly at night: the inbred genetically
fucked pedophillic psychopaths have a penchant for snatching them and doing
things unfit for print…No sir –
you trust a politician, wall st. banker and media-man about as far as you trust
a drug-pusher: with a healthy skepticism and under the assumption that if your
not looking they will seize your daughter and your wallet fromyou…hell, some of the more brazen ones might
give it a shot right in front of you – and mumble they are helping you –
an ol’ pal – out…indeed.

We are
living in stupefying and maniacal times, daddy-o: when criminals don’t run wild
in the streets – what’s the point?They get involved in government.They don’t rob banks, they own them.Now that’s
progress.You don’t have to risk your hide and your manhood by
piloting cessnas into back-ass war-zones and unload your firearms to a gang of
motley desperados…Hell no: you can become the prez. or one of his right-hand
cronies…The president of these
hallowed Vile States is the grand-duke of drug pushers, the mightiest of the
gun-runners, the most formidable pimp, and the most untouchable racketeer on
the planet – save perhaps some musty eurotrash royals stuffing laudanum in
their brandies and painting their vile faces with lead-based poisons…why do
they all look like reptiles?...Anyway – you name the crime, they’ve got the
market cornered…